His Dark Obsession

26. Temptation

ZEDKIEL.

She surprised me.

I wasn’t expecting her to win against Maryka, sure I was hoping that she’d be able to try better against her than she would against me since she seemed to be terrified of hitting me without having a mental breakdown in the process. But she had impressed me. She showed far more potential than I had even hoped for. 1

I just need her to stop acting so fucking afraid of me, although I don’t blame her… the urge to devour her entirely is always there, and the hunger for her blood is growing with each passing day and I know it is wrong. No vampire drinks the blood of a supernatural… It’s taboo.

We enter our quarters and I lock the door,

letting go of her wrist and tossing my shirt down. “Run the bath.”

Her heart’s pounding, but she doesn’t disobey and walks off. My eyes flash

when I see the bruises on her back;

Maryka aimed to hurt, she is a practised fighter and instead of treating it as a sparring match and using her fighting techniques, she instead was attacking to hurt. Did she feel threatened by Evangeline? Or me?

My anger rises as I walk through to the bedroom, the sound of running water

reaching my ears. I’m putting Evangeline in the line of fire, and I know that. Taking

her as my Luna is going to cause issues and put her in danger. Everyone wants that crown, and they can’t hurt me, but they will try to hurt her to get to me.

I silently watch her through the gap in the open bathroom door, she’s not in my

line of sight but her reflection shows in the mirror. She’s sitting on the edge of

the tub, running her fingers through the

water. Her face is solemn, and she

appears to be lost in thought. She had opened her hair, which had already been

pulled from its tie thanks to Maryka, and

she now runs her fingers through it.

There is a risk to what I’m doing, but I

don’t have any other option… There is a rage within me, one that always gets the

better of me and results in the death of

every woman that comes close to me.

When I do take women to bed, even when

I feel in control, they still end up dead. No

matter how hard I try to rack my brain,

the last thing I always remember is fucking them and then it’s a blank. I wake

up with them dead. 2

I want her… want to feel every inch of her

body and to fuck her in every position

possible but at the same time there is a

part of me that fears what may happen if

I do… I have never wanted a woman as much as I want her. I and the beast within me both feel a pull to her and deep down, I still wonder if she can be my mate. I had felt something when I touched her, but without her wolf, I can’t be so sure.

I enter the bathroom, and she looks up, her heart skipping a beat. I don’t say anything, my gaze going to the tub,

which is almost full. She has added

something to it, I can smell it, it isn’t

unpleasant, but it is also not something I am used to. I frown slightly, looking at

the bottles she has placed on the side. Massage oils?

“I thought they would help when I give you a massage.” She says, answering my unasked question.

“Were you planning on giving me a massage?” I ask, untying the string on

my sweatpants, making her avert her gaze, her heart beating fast as her cheeks

flush.

“No… I mean, unless you want me to.”

She mumbles.

at times it’s almost as if

at others I’m not

I

ripples inside of me. “Strip.” My command comes out

of her heart.

stands up and slowly

she strains her

us, grabbing her top and

her bra, her heart thumping as

breasts, my thumbs pressing against her

buds.

like your body wants this.” I growl, pinching them. She doesn’t respond, her eyes fluttering shut,

and I

she trying to pretend that I’m not the one before her or is she wishing me away. My anger rises and I

if I’m

just possessive.

the bath I-I’ll get undressed.” She whispers,

from my

away, trying to control the anger that always seemed to rise within me. I get

as she

her. Her eyes slowly flick

before she blushes

out of those jeans.

that do nothing for the irritation within me. She

she

her lingerie. I glance in the mirror

her, smirking.

Nice ass…

them on,” I

before I see the glimmer of a smile

Great.

edges to the tub and gets in on the

of me, and she tries to squeeze in between

refuses to ask me to as

the tips of her toes. I

yank her onto my

but her

to stop herself from crashing into

chest and

pounds as

her position, straddling

at our position, and I

a groan when she presses

my cock.

urge to tear her

stronger.

and

Even if she tries, I won’t let her. I don’t move my hands from

I rest my head

to focus on her pussy, rubbing

fucking self-restraint… I was a saint just for being able to control myself from not fucking the woman who

relaxing, sensing her watching me. I don’t move and soon she relaxes against me. It is soothing, and I slowly wrap my arms around her, pulling her against me. She doesn’t fight,

scent is welcoming,

yet soothing.

water heating system a faint hum

so fucking turned on,

I ask you

whispers after a while.

murmur, keeping

seems more relaxed when

not staring at her.

before she caresses the back of my neck slowly. The urge to growl in approval is in my throat but I cut it off not wanting to scare her. ” Why are… Why do people say that you kill all the women who you spend time with?” She

eyes, looking

tawny hazel ones. “Because I

eyes widen and

tell

lie?

her to believe me and not

so much. Either answer would

could appear a

I am, or

and appear heartless. The second

but I do

who I bring to bed… the last I always remember is fucking them… then I wake up to a

back, her eyes locked

face, but to my surprise, I don’t smell the fear

don’t believe that.”

not to believe?” I ask, tilting my head